Posted by Ms_Tytania on Wed 1 Jul 09, 2:42 PM to Ms_Tytania's blog.
They were everywhere when we were girls of 14 or 15, trying to impress you with their supposedly mature attraction, their telling us girls that we were so grown up for your age, so well read and interesting. When in fact, all they were interested in was our brand new turgency, demurely hid under our school uniforms, our first mini skirts and clingy tops, our tottering first 'fuck-me' shoes. Then we moved on, and dirty older predators disappeared because they were, thank goodness, too self conscious to frequent the clubs and bars we frequented. But on a long saturday night, you'd bump into them, orbiting, leering in the margins of the clubland jungle, preying, like their animal namesakes, on the young, the weak and the vulnerable: the underage trying to prove a point; the far too drunk to say no; and the ones who thought their bum was too big and no handsome dashing stranger with some discerning was ever going to notice them. From the safety of the undergrowth in the outskirts of clubland, the dirty, older predators waited for the right weakling to attack.
Forward, woah! two decades, and I rediscovered the predatory old man species when I started my forage into the then unknown territory of kink. They were quite a few, usually the very first people who approached you at your very first event. They were also the same specimens I'd met before: unattractive, dull, fond of themselves, older, and therefore, looking for chinks in your armour to attack you at the least distraction, because they can never pounce on a fully healthy adult specimen. I saw them immediately for the hyenas they were, because I'd met them before, when I was young and these things branded themselves with fire in your brain. I was surprised that other women couldn't see their game, their mangy hyena spots moving in the bushes. There are things you must learn in your teenage years, or it'll be too late.
Fortunately, I have the one weapon that keeps these predatory men at a good distance: self-esteem is like Kryptonite for them. They can't handle that; it makes their cock go limp. And the only nutrition they need is that which feeds them with endless dick validation and the reassurance that they still have an ounce of mojo somewhere in their shrinking sacks. Like old hyenas, they can only try their luck with the wounded and the sick, the insecure, the ones whose self-esteem is a festering open wound. They will attract their prey by persuading them that only them can see their true inner beauty, that everybody else is too shallow or too interested. They will separate them from the pack by assuring them that their friends are just jealous and that's why they've warned them about Mr Sad Predator, Older or not so Old. They will flatter your arse, unless you displease them - in which case they'll use your displeasure of it, and any other hang-ups they've patiently ferreted out of you, and filed for future reference, against you.
I am not the most beautiful, no the most fascinating, charismatic, covetable woman in the pack, but I certainly never felt I was the runt of the litter. My hangups are not so crippling that I can't see your cheap tricks and manipulation; nor so desperate that I can overlook the rancid air of sleaze, the questionable body hygiene, your comb-over and ratty pony-tail combo, your liver spots. I certainly can live without the attention of men who need of my insecurities to feel some reassuring tightness in their pants. I'd be short-changing myself by choosing to feel flattered by these ailing saddos. I can't think of many less sexy things than knowing that your lover is just not what you had in mind, but it's all you can ever have. And yes, my arse is not small, but by God, it's created gardens of juicy, plump, supine cocks where before there was nothing, and even broke a banjo string once. Gentlemen: for as long as I can pull it off, it'll be my turn to choose the arm candy.
Edited Wed 1 Jul 09, 3:29 PM by Ms_Tytania
| 1 Jul 09, 2:49 PM Topman1 UK(SW), 8 yrs   |
So the answer is no then?  | |
| 1 Jul 09, 2:53 PM Im_a_very_good_girl 4 yrs |
Well written my beauty xx I like the image of the mushroom field of swelling cocks that you have grown, where before there was nought. | |
| 1 Jul 09, 2:58 PM Ms_Tytania 7 yrs |
It's amazing what can grow on good, old simple horse shit, eh? Pornified Man-Hater Extraordinaire. | |
| 1 Jul 09, 2:59 PM SemiTrainedApe UK, 4 yrs |
What I love about your writing is the utter, irredeemable arse fixation that shines through from every line. | |
| 1 Jul 09, 3:03 PM Ms_Tytania 7 yrs |
Dammit Apey, you sussed me! Pornified Man-Hater Extraordinaire. | |
| 1 Jul 09, 3:35 PM Ms_Tytania 7 yrs |
So then, you admit to being a man who looks for vulnerable women with no self esteem, as your only potential partners?
... that's what I call honesty! Pornified Man-Hater Extraordinaire. | |
| 1 Jul 09, 4:24 PM MissP UK(EN), 8 yrs |
Absolutely brilliant! | |
| 1 Jul 09, 5:34 PM rabbot 12 yrs |
With so many male predators about what chance has a mere male 'prey' got? Happiness is a warm bum! | |
| 1 Jul 09, 5:37 PM x_poison_x UK(G), 4 yrs |
agreed xx "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in one hand, scotch in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming ~ "WOO HOO what a ride!"" | |
| 1 Jul 09, 7:17 PM wonderer UK, 5 yrs |
Great blog. Never settle for second best; you don't have to. But sometimes the best can come in surprising packaging. Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est. http://www.informedconsent.co.uk/posts/226772/ |
